I ficced again!
Title: Alicia’s Little Red Bleeding Heart
Author: lucy_lupin
Dedicated to: zanne_turtle and wickedpixy05
Set: The Golden Trio’s sixth year
Characters: Alicia Spinnet and Terence Higgs
Pairing: Terence/Alicia
Genre: Humour/Romance/Snark
Rating: R for post-coital conversation and anatomical discussion
Word Count: 1,189
Disclaimer: JKR owns Terence and Alicia. I am just borrowing them for fun, not profit.
Summary: Terence sees Alicia naked for the first time. And laughs. But it’s not as bad as you think it is! Really. Now if only he could coax her out from the bathroom to explain that…
Author's Notes: My muses don’t sleep. And don’t seem to realise that I have to. Done for the fanfic100 Big Damn Table challenge. Prompt: Heart. I also owe zanne_turtle and wickedpixy05 for the tattoo bunny.
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Terence Higgs wasn’t a bastard. Really. He was of course aware of how it might look to the casual observer if one was to drop in on the room that he was in, the room in which he currently stood, banging on the bathroom door and beseeching his girlfriend to come out - while trying to stifle his laughter. And failing miserably. His girlfriend was no doubt aware of this, which was why she hadn’t come out.
Terence Higgs wasn’t a bastard. Truly. He was a pretty decent bl- well, he wasn’t a total bastard. He was aware that it looked bad on paper, how it was the first time they had had sex, and the first time she had had sex - period. And that she had finally got up the nerve to get her kit off got him and he had caught a glimpse of her naked backside and laughed. Which had led to her racing into his ensuite and barricading herself within.
Terence Higgs wasn’t a bastard. Well, only a slightly little one. He’d been considerate and concerned and understanding and gentle and made sure that it was lady first and him second and all that stuff - yes, that part had gone well. Smashingly, in fact. Now he was hoping that one of his nosier elderly neighbours hadn’t Flooed the Aurors’ Guild due to some of the louder responses his girlfriend had made during that part. To be caught with a naked bird locked inside his own ensuite and refusing to come out would be a very bad look indeed. And particularly after he’d won over 200 Galleons off a group of them last weekend, he somehow doubted that the fine and upstanding members of the wizarding law enforcement squad would be too keen to listen to his side of the story.
“Ali Cat,” he prepared to try again, giving a couple of cautious raps on the steadfast door, “please come out. You must be cold in there without your clothes and I promise that I won’t laugh, well, I won’t laugh again - at…at-” It was no good. He sunk onto the floor, his arms wrapped around himself as he shook with silent mirth.
“Bollocks,” Alicia Spinnet snapped. “You’ll laugh at me again and you’re laughing at me right now, in fact. Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to take my clothes off in front of you when I’ve never slept with anyone else before and you have, hundreds of girls and likely most of them much prettier than me?”
“There were not “hundreds” of girls. And they were not prettier than you,” Terence said, now feeling some frustration along with his amusement. Why was it that witches always seemed to want to find ways to blame something entirely unrelated on their appearance and some mysterious invisible flaws unseen by the male eye?
“Rose Parkinson was,” Alicia retorted, her voice sounding a little shaky.
“Rose Parkinson was a money grubbing little tart who wanted to be married to my Gringotts account with me as a bit on the side as an afterthought.” He was annoyed that Alicia could for even a second place Parkinson above herself. Alicia didn’t go out with him for his money. Alicia hated his money, and he liked her for that. “Now please come out, sweetheart. You’re a perfectly lovely girl with a perfectly lovely bot-” He started laughing again.
“Sod off, Terence,” Alicia hiccupped. “I can’t help it. There’s no way to remove it and I can’t reach around far enough to cast a cosmetic charm and cover it up. I’m not that flexible.”
“You’re flexible enough.”
“Sod. Off. Terence.”
“I could have cast the cosmetic charm for you. I wouldn’t have minded the view. Though I don’t see the point in concealing it unless you’re planning on showing that part of your anatomy to someone other than me-”
“That idea is beginning to sound better and better!”
“-Because it’s not a part the general public usually gets to see and I’d like to be its sole viewer for the next while. I would be most worried if that particularly piece of art moved to a different gallery. Ali, you must be getting cold in there. Come out and get back into bed. I’ll make you a cup of tea.”
“This, Terence Howell Higgs, is one thing that even tea won’t fix.”
Terence Howell Higgs sighed. It was bad when she started using his full name. “You could have given me some warning, you know,” he said. “If I’d known beforehand - well, let’s just say that you would be the last witch I’d expect to see something like that on.”
“It’s all because of that bloody trip we had to Spain!” Alicia burst out. “Angelina and Katie and I - after Angelina and I had finished our NEWTs. Katie and I don’t even remember getting ours done. And mine is not as bad as Angelina’s! She got hers on her - on her boob!”
“Oh really? Now I know I definitely went out with the wrong Gryffindor Chaser. Do you have her address on the Floo Network?” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Terence winced. So not the time and place for a remark like that. Sure enough, there was the sound of shattering glass as Alicia threw something against the door, no doubt his new and very expensive cologne, if his luck held true to form. “Sorry. Bad joke. I’m glad you didn’t get yours done there. Really.”
“And hers is much bigger than mine. Mine is really quite subtle. And tasteful. But you don’t do subtle and tasteful, do you, Terence? Perhaps you should go and ask Angelina if you can see hers. You might like it better than mine, although I doubt she’ll let you get that far. She’ll probably hex you all the way to St Mungos, and I must say that the thought is looking more and more attractive to me.”
“For once, Spinnet, listen to me. I wouldn’t give a fuck if Angelina had one on her - I don’t want to see her tattoo. I want to see yours. I want to see you, period.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Now come out and bring that heart tattoo with you.”
There was silence, then he heard the sound of footsteps padding across the linoleum and the door creaked cautiously open, Alicia’s head peeking around the side. Terence took her arm and pulled her into a hug, brushing the tears of her cheek and kissing the top of her head. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled into his shoulder. “I was just being emotional.”
“It’s alright,” he said. “I was a bit of a bastard. Let’s go and get some sleep now, shall we?” He pulled the covers up under her chin and then settled in next to her, his hand resting in the curve of her waist until her eyes shut. In the dark and under the covers, his fingers slid down and across until they found the red and black heart tattoo, to the right of where her spine ended.
The End
Author: lucy_lupin
Dedicated to: zanne_turtle and wickedpixy05
Set: The Golden Trio’s sixth year
Characters: Alicia Spinnet and Terence Higgs
Pairing: Terence/Alicia
Genre: Humour/Romance/Snark
Rating: R for post-coital conversation and anatomical discussion
Word Count: 1,189
Disclaimer: JKR owns Terence and Alicia. I am just borrowing them for fun, not profit.
Summary: Terence sees Alicia naked for the first time. And laughs. But it’s not as bad as you think it is! Really. Now if only he could coax her out from the bathroom to explain that…
Author's Notes: My muses don’t sleep. And don’t seem to realise that I have to. Done for the fanfic100 Big Damn Table challenge. Prompt: Heart. I also owe zanne_turtle and wickedpixy05 for the tattoo bunny.
* ~ * ~ *
Terence Higgs wasn’t a bastard. Really. He was of course aware of how it might look to the casual observer if one was to drop in on the room that he was in, the room in which he currently stood, banging on the bathroom door and beseeching his girlfriend to come out - while trying to stifle his laughter. And failing miserably. His girlfriend was no doubt aware of this, which was why she hadn’t come out.
Terence Higgs wasn’t a bastard. Truly. He was a pretty decent bl- well, he wasn’t a total bastard. He was aware that it looked bad on paper, how it was the first time they had had sex, and the first time she had had sex - period. And that she had finally got up the nerve to get her kit off got him and he had caught a glimpse of her naked backside and laughed. Which had led to her racing into his ensuite and barricading herself within.
Terence Higgs wasn’t a bastard. Well, only a slightly little one. He’d been considerate and concerned and understanding and gentle and made sure that it was lady first and him second and all that stuff - yes, that part had gone well. Smashingly, in fact. Now he was hoping that one of his nosier elderly neighbours hadn’t Flooed the Aurors’ Guild due to some of the louder responses his girlfriend had made during that part. To be caught with a naked bird locked inside his own ensuite and refusing to come out would be a very bad look indeed. And particularly after he’d won over 200 Galleons off a group of them last weekend, he somehow doubted that the fine and upstanding members of the wizarding law enforcement squad would be too keen to listen to his side of the story.
“Ali Cat,” he prepared to try again, giving a couple of cautious raps on the steadfast door, “please come out. You must be cold in there without your clothes and I promise that I won’t laugh, well, I won’t laugh again - at…at-” It was no good. He sunk onto the floor, his arms wrapped around himself as he shook with silent mirth.
“Bollocks,” Alicia Spinnet snapped. “You’ll laugh at me again and you’re laughing at me right now, in fact. Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to take my clothes off in front of you when I’ve never slept with anyone else before and you have, hundreds of girls and likely most of them much prettier than me?”
“There were not “hundreds” of girls. And they were not prettier than you,” Terence said, now feeling some frustration along with his amusement. Why was it that witches always seemed to want to find ways to blame something entirely unrelated on their appearance and some mysterious invisible flaws unseen by the male eye?
“Rose Parkinson was,” Alicia retorted, her voice sounding a little shaky.
“Rose Parkinson was a money grubbing little tart who wanted to be married to my Gringotts account with me as a bit on the side as an afterthought.” He was annoyed that Alicia could for even a second place Parkinson above herself. Alicia didn’t go out with him for his money. Alicia hated his money, and he liked her for that. “Now please come out, sweetheart. You’re a perfectly lovely girl with a perfectly lovely bot-” He started laughing again.
“Sod off, Terence,” Alicia hiccupped. “I can’t help it. There’s no way to remove it and I can’t reach around far enough to cast a cosmetic charm and cover it up. I’m not that flexible.”
“You’re flexible enough.”
“Sod. Off. Terence.”
“I could have cast the cosmetic charm for you. I wouldn’t have minded the view. Though I don’t see the point in concealing it unless you’re planning on showing that part of your anatomy to someone other than me-”
“That idea is beginning to sound better and better!”
“-Because it’s not a part the general public usually gets to see and I’d like to be its sole viewer for the next while. I would be most worried if that particularly piece of art moved to a different gallery. Ali, you must be getting cold in there. Come out and get back into bed. I’ll make you a cup of tea.”
“This, Terence Howell Higgs, is one thing that even tea won’t fix.”
Terence Howell Higgs sighed. It was bad when she started using his full name. “You could have given me some warning, you know,” he said. “If I’d known beforehand - well, let’s just say that you would be the last witch I’d expect to see something like that on.”
“It’s all because of that bloody trip we had to Spain!” Alicia burst out. “Angelina and Katie and I - after Angelina and I had finished our NEWTs. Katie and I don’t even remember getting ours done. And mine is not as bad as Angelina’s! She got hers on her - on her boob!”
“Oh really? Now I know I definitely went out with the wrong Gryffindor Chaser. Do you have her address on the Floo Network?” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Terence winced. So not the time and place for a remark like that. Sure enough, there was the sound of shattering glass as Alicia threw something against the door, no doubt his new and very expensive cologne, if his luck held true to form. “Sorry. Bad joke. I’m glad you didn’t get yours done there. Really.”
“And hers is much bigger than mine. Mine is really quite subtle. And tasteful. But you don’t do subtle and tasteful, do you, Terence? Perhaps you should go and ask Angelina if you can see hers. You might like it better than mine, although I doubt she’ll let you get that far. She’ll probably hex you all the way to St Mungos, and I must say that the thought is looking more and more attractive to me.”
“For once, Spinnet, listen to me. I wouldn’t give a fuck if Angelina had one on her - I don’t want to see her tattoo. I want to see yours. I want to see you, period.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Now come out and bring that heart tattoo with you.”
There was silence, then he heard the sound of footsteps padding across the linoleum and the door creaked cautiously open, Alicia’s head peeking around the side. Terence took her arm and pulled her into a hug, brushing the tears of her cheek and kissing the top of her head. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled into his shoulder. “I was just being emotional.”
“It’s alright,” he said. “I was a bit of a bastard. Let’s go and get some sleep now, shall we?” He pulled the covers up under her chin and then settled in next to her, his hand resting in the curve of her waist until her eyes shut. In the dark and under the covers, his fingers slid down and across until they found the red and black heart tattoo, to the right of where her spine ended.
The End